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Zhang Moyan After picking up the phone, I took another look at the bedroom before turning into the office.
The office was brightly lit, and Secretary Wang was sitting at the temporary desk, working on something.
"Manager Zhang, the video has been transferred. As for the identification, further confirmation is still being carried out."
Zhang Moyan opened the video, which consisted of several surveillance recordings.
At the hotel entrance, a red car stopped, driven by Omega, who was Rong and wearing a bright pink dress. It was An Ning.
The video switched to a narrow utility room, where An Ning was facing a waiter in a hotel uniform.
"Get some liquid to wet his clothes or pants, preferably cold and sticky." An Ning opened her handbag, took out a stack of money, and stuffed it into the waiter's front pocket.
Although the image quality wasn't very clear, Zhang Moyan already knew who that waiter was.
Switch to the next video. An Ning tightly held her bag and hurried into the restroom. The little boy selling flowers at the corner occasionally glanced at the restroom door.
Secretary Wang brought a cup of water, poured some liquid from a small bottle into it, stirred it, and placed it in front of Zhang Moyan, saying, "Manager Zhang."
Zhang Moyan waved his hand, "Low-quality medicine doesn't work for me."
Zhang Moyan looked a bit unwell, and An Ning could guess what Zhang Moyan was thinking. Now they just had to wait for the final assessment result. They just didn't know what role Yiyang played in this incident.
Beep beep beep, the computer across the room beeped, and Secretary Wang immediately returned to the desk to check.
"Manager Zhang, the results are out, it's Type D, No. 2 dose."
There was a moment of silence in the room.
Zhang Moyan picked up the cup in front of him, as if to smash it on the ground, but then he thought of An Yuan next door, who would be disturbed by the noise. So his hand hesitated in mid-air, and then the cup was gently placed back on the table by his tense hand.
An Ning What kind of person is she? Zhang Moyan is clear about it, but she didn't expect her to really be able to take action against An Yuan. Type D No. 2 serum is a new type of injection on the black market, an improvement on the ripening agent, effective only on omegas. After injection, the omega's body will undergo metabolic disorder under the action of the drug, and then internal structure changes will occur, no longer producing stable pheromones, and the alpha's pheromones will no longer have an effect. In other words, this omega can no longer be marked by any alpha.
Large entertainment venues often purchase this kind of drug and fresh omegas from the black market, then after injection and training, they use these omegas to solicit flesh trade or to please and win over high-ranking officials.
Zhang Moyan I have seen such omegas with my own eyes, their whole being exuding charm and allure, like a dazzling display of fireworks in the night sky, leaving alphas in awe. Of course, such brilliance and warmth are fleeting, like fireworks, the dazzling beauty of an omega does not last more than two years, and their average lifespan does not exceed five years. Even if they survive, they will wither away, alive but practically dead.
The entertainment industry never wastes money on these people, they are disposed of like garbage.
"Strengthen the manpower over there, report everything in detail... if necessary, they can be taken care of directly." A gripping pain in his chest, Zhang Moyan abandoned the computer and returned to the bedroom.
An Yuan was fast asleep, with neatly folded overalls bearing small bear paw prints placed at the head of the bed. Zhang Moyan climbed into bed quietly, now all he wanted was to hold An Yuan tightly.
An Yuan was awakened by a bloated stomach.
Looking at the neatly placed pair of blue slippers in front of the bed, An Yuan was a little curious about how much Zhang Moyan had bought, and where those things were usually placed.
After using the bathroom, An Yuan opened the door and saw Zhang Moyan in loungewear, sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
"Are we moving?" An Yuan asked, looking at the sealed boxes piled in the corner.
"Didn't we just agree yesterday to go relax at the hot springs?" Zhang Moyan reminded someone.
"It's only a few days anyway, why bring so much stuff." An Yuan definitely remembers this.
Zhang Moyan nodded, "Yeah, you're right, no need for that." Although it's best to use familiar tools, he trusted An Yuan's opinion and got up to sift through the cardboard boxes one by one.
There are only a few empty boxes left.
At this time, Secretary Wang came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and served the prepared breakfast on the table.
Looking at Secretary Wang, An Yuan glanced at his slightly wrinkled pajamas and couldn't help but smiling in embarrassment, "I'm really sorry to trouble you. This is something I should have done."
"Having a baby means needing more rest," Secretary Wang raised his glasses and smiled gently.
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